BB-127 Back Home to Johnny

FOREWORD

Vic was panting hoarsely as he sat slowly back on the toilet seat, pumping his dick in his fingers as he stared at his son with smoldering gray eyes.

“You like gettin’ your cock sucked, son?” Seipke asked hoarsely.

“Y-Yes, Dad!” Timothy gasped huskily, his boy-dick twitching as it stood up in the air.

“Come in here, boy. Let Daddy suck it for you!” Vic growled thickly.

Timothy stepped into the stall, his heart pounding violently in his chest. His stiff nine incher spasmed in the air inches before his handsome father’s face.

Vic growled huskily, reaching out and gripping his son’s lean hips, drawing Timothy between his wide-spread legs as he bent down and encircled the kid’s juicy dick-knob with his lips.

Vic sucked hungrily, wrapping his velvety tongue all around Timothy’s hardon as he pumped his head rapidly up and down, his cheeks hollowing as he created suction in his mouth.

“Aaaaaaah! D-Daddy, Y-YEEEAH!! Suck it! SUCK IT, DAD!” Timothy cried hoarsely, tossing his head from side to side and bucking forward eagerly, pumping his dick over his father’s flickering tongue and down his tight, growling throat.

Vic pumped his face up and down on his son’s juicy dong, stroking his own huge meat as he deep-throated Timothy’s pecker.